looks like morning in your eyes

that's the thing about pain // it demands to be felt

Remi is quiet and still in his position of supplication before the Huntsman, allowing Ronin to ride the high and fall of his orgasm without interference. Standing, only once the final shivers of pleasure had come and gone, Remi sweetly kisses the pulsing skin under which Ronin's jugular pulses, before brushing his lips against the Huntsman's. "I wish I had a better of way of telling you how I feel." Remi admits, though with all that passes between them, Ronin more than knows. Still, it's always in the aftermath of violence or sex that the Lullaby melts into an inarticulate romantic.

'Fuck King's End.' He laughs, tumbling onto the nimbus without thought, his focus entirely stolen by the man on the cloud with the most perfect shade of blue eyes.

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